I don’t believe that everyone is entitled to the information and details of our lives. In fact, I don’t think anyone is entitled to it but that it is our job to voice, honestly, when a question crosses our boundaries rather than lying our way through it. I spent two hours in the dining roomContinue reading “Poetry Series – Inconsistent”
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Poetry Series – Goosebumps
I don’t think most of us realize how magical our bodies really are. They act as indicators of truth, detectors of intentions. We live in a society that teaches us to be so hard on our bodies, tells us that they’re never good enough, and so we never give them the respect or attention theyContinue reading “Poetry Series – Goosebumps”
Poetry Series – Tell Me Your Signs
My emotional intensity sometimes leaves growth and facing my fears feels like fighting literal demons. From the outside looking in, if I were transparent in those moments, I’m sure I’d look like I’m losing my mind. In those moments, I feel like I am just a little bit. I also believe, though, that I requireContinue reading “Poetry Series – Tell Me Your Signs”
Driving
“Women are bad drivers. I hate to say it, sounds sexist, but they are.” We teach our children from a very early age to look to the outside to figure out what to do. Sure, we can say this is how learning happens. You have to pick things up from somewhere, right? Not everything needsContinue reading “Driving”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5
In a parenting book, I read that it’s important to be patient with children as they’re having meltdowns because they have very big emotions inside of their very little bodies so of course, it’s going to look like a bit of a mess as they bubble to the surface. Sometimes my emotions feel too bigContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part 5”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four
I often find myself telling my hardest moments as if they were stories. If I fill in enough of the details, if I paint a vivid enough picture that I can make you actually think you were there – maybe I can paint myself out of it too, disown the thoughts involved. Does it stillContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Four”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Three
Not all of my most impactful, most vivid moments have been bright and shining. I love, love so it primarily becomes my focus, but what love story comes without obstacles to overcome? Those moments where shit hits the fan and everything falls apart are equally as important to the success of a story as theContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Three”
Poetry Series – Men
I feel like an asshole admitting it but I absolutely used to chuckle any time a man told me he was a feminist and then started passionately going on about women’s rights and equality. I just found it so peculiar to pour so much into an issue that I was sure couldn’t be hitting asContinue reading “Poetry Series – Men”
The Way It Looked To Me – Part One
One of my favorite things is hearing someone describe the way they experienced something. There are times where my attention fixes on something, my focus narrows in, the rest of the world seems to disappear and it’s like an explosion of feeling, appreciation, gratitude. To me, these moments feel like little bursts of magic inContinue reading “The Way It Looked To Me – Part One”
Voice
“You’re telling me this broad walked around with all of these dudes and SHE didn’t write a book about it? No, don’t believe it.” Maybe I’m not the only one that feels like my words have been stifled. Perhaps my voice isn’t the only one silently screaming from within to finally let it out. Sometimes,Continue reading “Voice”
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